We headed for a first time trip to the George Eastman house to see the Gingerbread house displays.
We went with some of our buddies and met some of their friends there, as well.
The kids divided into two teams – boys vs. girls – and embarked on the scavenger hunt.
Competitiveness was high; careful reading of clues was low.    Fun was had by all.

People sign up to make the houses which are then auctioned off to gain donations for the museum. 
It was pretty cool.  The house/museum itself was rather impressive. 

George Eastman’s life was quite sad, though.   When we went through his massive library early in the trip I asked the kids if they could see a Bible anywhere.  We couldn’t find one.  Later when we learned he killed himself in order to die according to his own control we were dismayed.  How sad to have so much intelligence and creativity, but not to have hope.